He returned with a chain leash tinkling in his hand. At the end of the leash was a bright red collar with a price tag attached. He snapped off the tag and sent it fluttering to the floor. As he halted and studied me, his thumb ran across the blunt spikes on the red collar.
“You stayed. Good girl.”
His glare and the strict line of his mouth warned me to remain as I was and not to move. If his eyes had gleamed demon red, I would not have been surprised. Nervous, I slid my hands to my outer thighs.
Though it seemed impossible they could get any more erect, my nipples tightened and began to ache.
With a dark smile, he slid the collar around my neck, gentler than expected, turned me to face the wall, slapped my ass, once, and buckled the collar. Then he spun me again and clipped the chain leash to the front of the collar. It was left to dangle over my breasts.
The accidental brush of the side of his hand on my nipple made me whimper. The whimper locked his gaze to mine.
“Stay.”
Using both hands, he explored from the collar to my breasts, cupping me there, pushing the cool chain aside so it rolled across me and jangled. With a hand on my neck, he pressed me backward. My head bumped the wall. Casually, he looped the chain into a circle about one breast, then pretended to tie it, let the knot slip free, and began again.
Lip caught in teeth, sucking, I watched, greedily.
My breathing deepened, becoming ragged as he played, crushing my flesh in his fist and biting that breast, pushing my chin up, so that I could see little.
I could feel, though… I could feel, and I squirmed at his rough touches.
Then he tightened the long chain and properly knotted it into a circle. The leather handle swung and tapped across my belly button, then slid down further, to where my clit ached. The slightest tap of it there was excruciating in how it edged me higher.
My bound breast ached with trapped blood then began to throb.
“Stay,” he repeated, releasing his hold on me and with a finger dragging downward and digging into my navel. “Fuck. That’s hot. Do I spank you or fuck you? Hmmm.”
I doubted he wanted an answer, and I stayed as he backed away. His eyes never left me.
“Both?” I ventured with a shake in my voice, half from trepidation but mostly from desire.
His chuckle was deep. “On your knees, girl. Crawl to me.”
He shucked his drawstring pants, kicked them aside, and I lowered myself to my knees, eyeing his erection as he fisted it. He crooked a finger.
“Crawl, so I can see your tits coming, see that mouth coming. I need to fuck somebody tonight. You are it.”
The word it made this demeaning.
I inhaled shakily, swallowed. What was wrong with me? As I crawled, my upper thighs slipped wetly against each other where they brushed my pussy.
“Open.”
At the word, I opened my mouth and kept on crawling, embracing how much I wanted him inside me, though not there – at the other end.
My mouth would do for now.
It wasn’t far to his dick, but the world had shooshed to a murmur, and each movement and sway took forever. There existed only the floor beneath my knees, the chain dragging and tinkling, Isak staring, and the invitation of his erection.
When my mouth was almost touching him, I paused.
From here, his cock looked enormous. A drop of wetness glistened.
Isak grasped my hair, twisted it in his fist until I squeaked and gasped, then he hooked the leash into his other hand. My breast felt the tug and jerk of the chain. A moment later, he dragged me forward and was pushing inside my mouth. He began to fuck me, slowly at first.
At the hiss of his pleasure, I tried to stare at him.
There came a harder twist on my hair, and with a hand grasping chain to the side of my face, he thrust again and distracted me – cock sliding into my mouth, over teeth, over tongue, going deeper.
Another five or six strokes and he sped up, he shoved in harder, faster, then he stayed in longer.
I bore it all until he pulled out and growled an instruction to turn. My wetness was smeared along my slit with the side of his hand, chain taut, then cock prodded at my ass and edged in with a shocked gasp from me.
My head was spinning with awakened desires, with pleasure coursing, solid and thumping. His hand cupped my pussy as his cock inched in further.
“Getting ass-fucked tonight, because this is my other good deed.”
“Oh.” Gulping, tongue prodding at my parted lips, I felt the squeeze of a cock that should be too large to fit nevertheless run in further, pushing past muscle and bodily resistance. My palms hit the floor and slid on the rug.
“Fuck.” He tunneled inward, hit bottom, my ass against his balls, and then…
Slid all the way out.
The next thrust was harder, then harder again, rocking into me, rocking me forward, making me arch, spine almost cracking – or so it seemed.
“Oh. Fuck.” I said a multitude of swear words, confused by pleasure, filled, wriggling a little, butt squirming as he left me once. Then a second later he was inside again.
I ended up flattened to the floor, almost gone into unconscious lust. The rise and rise of that was inevitable as the rise of the sun, and the drive of him inside me.
His come flooded into me with the spasm of muscle and my shuddering into orgasm. My mouth teething my forearm, sweat slipping belly on floor… and my tied breast awakened to the ache of
